I'm Jed Clampett.

The Beverly Hillbilly.

Mr. Clampett owns the studio.

Something to make Mr. Clampett happy.

This is a rare moment, Mr. Clampett.

Let me repeat what Mr. Clampett just said.

I blame myself for what happened, Mr. Clampett.

Miss Clampett, you do not speak in this scene.

Mr. Jed Klapman.

You'll pardon my saying so, Mr. Clampett, but you don't look the part.

Mr. Clampett, aren't you the least bit thrilled by what you've just heard?

Well, you borrow yesterday's rushes and you let Mr. Clampett think they're yours.

What do you say, Jed?

What do you mean, Jed?

Believe me, Mr. Clampett, this new Rock Hudson Doris Day picture is going to be a smash.

Alvin, I've got to do something to impress Mr. Clampett quick, or I'm going to be unemployed.

Hillbilly, that is.

Now, Miss Clampett, you're standing under the streetlamp, waiting for your sweetheart, and suddenly... But I ain't got no sweetheart.

Oh, by the way, Mr. Clampett, Sir Trevor would like you to join him for lunch in his dressing room.

What'd you think of it, Jed?